It takes two before the paddles can generate enough force to create the momentum for the boat to travel forwards.
It all starts from your abs. The wind up in the abs is the source from which the force then goes through your pectorals to the bicep, triceps, forearms, then your hand pulls back against the paddle, like a trigger to a gun, that pulls the water away from you and moves the boat forward.
Repeat.
After so many repetitions lactic acid starts to set in. The feeling of my forearms ready to explode is the feeling of success. I know I am pushing myself hard enough. I need more.
I paddle until my muscles burn and my veins pump battery acid; then I paddle some more.
All I can think about is the next stroke, the next move.
A flat boat is what truly keeps it all together.
It's more of an art really.
The animosity my mind has towards my muscles for wanting to quit on me is what keeps me going through a work out.
Some people ask how I stay motivated. It's the simple destruction of every single muscle fibre I use. The stiffness, the soreness, the exhaustion.
I love getting in amongst the aerobic pain every fall and winter. Its almost as good as the easy technical sessions all summer.
It's the purpose that drives us. It's the challenge of beating yourself.
Ask any real athlete and the true nemesis is the mind.
Some people say the battle is on the field of play. That is a very small part of it. It's behind the scenes where the battle takes place.
I call them the three F's: Fatigue, failure, and fear. Every athlete has faced them, and the best have over come them. That's what separates the champions from the competitors.
The mind is the final battle.